My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 82. [Tuniang Dewi Sekartaji ]

He was no longer young, but his face was still smooth. His eyebrows reinforce his face, his chin is pointed, his smile is sometimes sweet sometimes scary. What else is the look in his eyes.

His fingers are flat like never lifting heavy weights, his hair is still jet black, whether in the polish or the grace of God who created his hair is not gray must be half a century old.

Her calling was Tuniang - Ratu Niang [a grandmother's call to the Brahmin Caste, Bali ]

*

This morning before I was allowed to go to college, I was already put on an all-out trial by Mother. Mother said the change, if last night Kaysan who was in the hearing of the Father until nine, now it is my turn to be tried in the back pendopo. Shame me like a rat laced with cooking oil. The shape is no longer care, ambiguous!

Mother who was usually meek, now her eyes look like there is anger. I don't understand why they're this angry with me and Kaysan. We just hid in a fancy rat hole. Don't wander around like good, tie-dwelling rats going abroad.

"You know cah ayu, your relationship with Kaysan is a hidden relationship."

I'm nodding.

"How can you stay in the same hotel room. It is actually a family-owned hotel. But, the behavior of you two makes Mother furious."

"Sorry Mother." I said sorry.

"Saw, Ma'am, uwis." [Already, Ma'am, already.]

Tuniang Dewi who had just been silent listening finally stroked my hair, "Deloken, Mbakyu. This boy ra wrong, sing wrong I am your son, Kaysan." [Look, Ma'am. This child is not wrong, the wrong one is your son, Kaysan.]

"Ora iso, Wi. Kabeh is wrong, Iki ro boy is wrong. Jian, mumble me, Wi." [Can't do it, Wi. All wrong, this same crazy kid is wrong too. Jian, dizzy me, Wi.]

Mother held her head. Now these two women of the same age were arguing.

"Sang Hyang Widhi's. Boy Iki ayune ra general, your son kae, Kaysan ex perjoko tuo. Naturally nek pengene dearest." [Sang Hyang Widhi means God Almighty in Hindu terms. This child is an uncommon beauty, your son, Kaysan is an old virgin. It's only natural that she wants to be loved."

"The betul is ayu?" ask your mother with a scrabbling eye.

"Yes to Mother, Kaysan mas did ask to be loved, until Jani tepar."

"That's bloated, Kaysan...!" Mother cawing. While Tuniang Dewi smiled as he said, "Your son, is indeed TOP, Wi. I admit his courage." [peak : angry ]

"Enough, Wi. You didn't help me defend those two kids. Wes, I'm off there to go to college. Don't forget the dance practice."

I nodded, kissed the back of Mother's hand, "Mother don't be angry, later Mother hypertension. Jani's afraid of not having a mother anymore."

Jewer landed in my ear, "Kaysan taught you like this, that kid really!!!" said Mother menguebu-gebu.

"Mother, sick."

"Geeh!" My mother took off my ear, "Sorry ayu." Dielus cheeks, "You two have made Senewen Father, Mother just does not want you to be punished Father. Tomorrow if you want to be alone don't be at the hotel."

"Where is Mother?"

"Kebon, let the mosquito bite, if necessary in the bite of the rat. Let's get a gatel, let's know the taste."

"Can't do it, Wi. If it's in the kebon it'll be like an animal. Make love." The Goddess smiled wryly.

"You came to help this boy dance, not to help him in disguise."

Again these two Wi Wi arguing, I glanced at the clock in my hand. "Even quite as volatile as mothers, Jani said first. Punished the lecturer later if it's too late."

"Lungo kono, rasah muleh!" [Go there, don't go home! ] Mother flicked her hand. Four steps I walked, my head turned.

Mother shouted in a tone above the average volume, "CAH AYU....!!!"

"Yes Mother." I turned around, approaching Mother again who raised her right hand.

I kissed the back of his hand, stroked my head with his left hand, "Student learning."

"I thought Mom would give me some pocket money."

"Njaluk bojomu." [Begging your husband ]

"This is ayu, salim also with Tuniang."

I approached the Goddess Tuniang, kissing the back of her hand. Then Tuniang Dewi whispered into my ear, "Maklum cah ayu, last night not getting rations. So a little bit fierce."

"DEWI SEKARTAJI!"

Mother hit the shoulder of Tuniang Dewi.

"Iya Tuniang, it seems like Mother is indeed lacking a picnic. So rather sensi." I said also whispered in Tuniang Dewi's ear.

*

I went to college as usual. Nakula and Sadewa had left since then.

Arriving at the campus parking lot, I found Nanang staring at me. But he just stayed in his place. But the look in his eyes followed every step of my foot. I'm chasing the shadow of the past. If he knew I was married, he wouldn't have come near me. Or expect an old love story to spring back.

The clock has shown at half-eight in the morning, today is a subject of cultural anthropology, focusing on studying interactions and relationships between humans. In this department will also learn the intricacies, as well as the elements of culture produced in human life. But again, the lecturer of this department defaulters with permission is on seminar duty outside the city.

As a result, this morning only given learning modules, and students are asked to go to the library.

"Jani, when can I stop by your hostel." Anisa put her arm around my shoulder.

"Huh, kost?" forehead flinches. Yeah, I've been closer to him lately, maybe he's my only close friend on campus.

"Yes, to your hostel. Sometimes I want to feel like a boarding boy too."

Mampus, batinku.

I have to make another drama at this time. Make a lie again.

"Weekend how, you can play to my hostel. If it's a normal day I have part time work."

"Where's it going, Jani? I'm going with you."

I was grieving in my heart, lying could be roughly this time of mouth too. Now you have to answer.

"So the ironer, hehe." I laugh to cover my lies. Mampus. Punished Kaysan certainly, punished Mother, let alone Ayahanda.

What a stage world.

"I guess part time at the cafeteria, if it's weekend tomorrow I'll let my dad stay at your boarding house."

I nodded, bodo thought very much tomorrow, it is still Monday.

Arriving at the library, Anisa and I split up looking for reading books that became learning materials this time.

Nakula said this library holds many of the fondest memories for him. And this is where I found him sitting by himself holding a book in his hand.

"Nakul.." call me slow.

"Hm."

I sat next to him, pulling out a candy bar from my pants pocket. Alpeliebe taste mint with chocolate inside. "Eat the gih, let's rilex. Strain your face."

"Diem, Ma'am."

"Snake?"

"Hm."

"Nakul help me find a hostel here, but don't tell me the same mas."

"Mom, Ma'am."

Nakula stood up, "Bak buyin Nike shoes." Persuade me while following in his footsteps, I know these twins are Nike addict.

"Limited edition?"

"Yes yes, but I take it right. Anyway, the special princess boarding includes facilities, do not be grandiose. Enough mattresses, cabinets, bookshelves. Same books to dramatize the situation."

"Hm."

"Sip." I held my thumb, my smile expanding.

"Nakul, where are the shoes?"

"Markets."

I nodded, "Okay, tomorrow we go to the gayam coral market."

"Neighbor!"

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